Part of a poet’s job includes noticing.  Noticing that a sign in the fabric store now says, “Brocades and Sari Fabrics.”  When did that change?  It makes sense, though.  The fabrics are beautiful, rich, jewel-toned and perfect for the saris I’ve seen.  The saris I’ve seen on women here in the midwest, anyway.

The other morning on the way to work, I noticed a double-rainbow ending just past the building where I work.  I pulled over to take a picture, but only one showed up on film.

Today I noticed how long the fog lasted.  The view out the seventh floor window looked like being underwater until almost noon.

I noticed the lake gulls feeding in the parking lot.

All of these things will probably end up in a poem(s) and telling more about me than I ever noticed about myself.

 

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